Thursday, August 31, 2017
for unto you is born this day...
I turn 48 today. I suppose congratulations are in order for surviving this long, so... way to go, Me. I expect to be dead in twelve years. Start the timer.
UPDATE: my boss and coworkers suddenly dimmed the office lights, brought out a cake, and sang "Happy Birthday" to me in several languages and dialects (the resident Aussie sang in what he called a "hard Aussie" dialect—heh). It was a sweet gesture, and I'm very grateful.
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Shit, if I were you I'd be two years dead then.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday, Kevin! And look on the bright side, you'll always be a Virgin!
Happy birfday!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday!
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly, gentlemen.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday, Kevin. It is good you are so connected to reality.
ReplyDeleteI hardly see you dead at 60. Not if you can walk across Korea.
All the best, my friend.
Peace,
Bill
happy birthday, kevin! best wishes to you from the prairie
ReplyDeleteHappy Barfday, Kevin!
ReplyDeleteJeffery Hodges
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Many thanks, Bill, Hahna, and Jeff!
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